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There once was a man from Calcutta
Who spoke with a terrible stutter
To the waiter he said,
"Give me bu-bu-bu-bread
and some bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-butter."

Sent by Jennifer 

Part 10 of 12
   
                    It went off in capital style,
                            
                    And he farted it through with a smile,
                            Then, feeling quite jolly,
                            He tried the finale,
                            
                    Blowing double-stopped farts all the while.
                            

               There was a young lady named Flynn 
               Who thought fornication a sin, 
                    But when she was tight 
                    It seemed quite all right, 
               So everyone filled her with gin. 

                            Ten Little Gigabytes
     
   
Ten little gigabytes, waiting on line
one caught a virus, then there were nine.

Nine little gigabytes, holding just the date,
someone jambed a write protect, then there were eight.

Eight little gigabytes, should have been eleven,
then they cut the budget, now there are seven.

Seven little gigabytes, involved in mathamatics
stored an even larger prime, now there are six.

Six little gigabytes, working like a hive,
one died of overwork, now there are five.

Five little gigabytes, trying to add more
plugged in the wrong lead, now there are four.

Four little gigabytes, failing frequently,
one used for spare parts, now there are three.

Three little gigabytes, have too much to do
service man on holiday, now there are two.

Two little gigabytes, badly over run,
took the work elsewhere, now just need one.

One little gigabyte, systems far too small
shut the whole thing down, now there's none at all.
  

               I'd willingly fertilize Mary, 
               And watch for nine months her shape vary, 
                    From the very first day, 
                    To the child-birth display, 
               When her tits would turn into a dairy. 

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